In a way you never could have guessed (alt)

[Don't expect this to turn into a whole branch, it's just a fork for people who didn't like the boobjob or sharing aspects of newfrickinshods chapter. Fork starts after "big, heavy boobs"]

When you got dressed and headed downstairs you were a bit surprised with what you saw. At first everything seemed normal and you walked into the kitchen to grab a quick bowl of cereal. After you put the milk away and sat down across the table from your sister, who had so far been too busy to acknowledge your arrival, your parents joined you in the kitchen. Your mom was giving you a look of barely concealed resentment while your dad was showing signs of disappointment. Your sister was just sitting at the kitchen table with her tablet, seemingly transfixed by whatever she was doing on it. For a brief second you worried that your parents were upset about the whole **** upstairs thing but set that aside. You put that aside though since something like that would have gotten you much worse than angry looks yesterday. Just the thought that you just got jerked off by your sister would normally have had your mother much angrier and your dad would've been irate to say the least, possibly to the point of ****. But they had apparently been fine with it when Millie came downstairs to show them your jizz so you hoped their anger was something else. You wanted to ask your parents what the problem was but your mother didn't give you the opportunity and told you immediately why she was upset.

"Really Nicholas, did you need to be that mean with the scores? She's your sister for god's sake!"

She angrily folded her hands in front of her chest while your father just seemed to be there for her support. So your mom was made at you. Because you told everyone. That your sister. Gave lackluster hand jobs. Even with what happened with your sister earlier and becoming a world sex inspector, this was probably the hardest thought to process and accept. Your mom never came across as anti-sexual as Millie had been but she was also definitely conservative in regard to anything involving sex. You were about to defend yourself but was again interrupted, this time by Millie.

"Mom, calm down, he's just being honest. I had never done that before. I hadn't ever really watched much porn so I had no idea what I was doing. My hand job was terrible and I knew it while I was doing it. You should thank him since he told me what I need to improve. In fact before I've been looking at your advice and it's all great. What do you think of these?"

Your sister handed her tablet over to you and you nearly choked on your cereal upon seeing the display. Apparently your sister was browsing a website looking for new, sexy underwear and damn did she find it. The pair on the screen had a thin pair of lace, black panties. At least that's what the web page said. Really it was just a black, spandex string going around the waist with some very thin, sheer lace going between the legs. Under the spandex string on the front and back was a small, V-shaped hole that made it look like it'd end right before the pussy slit and butt crack begin. If that wasn't revealing enough, the little bit of actual fabric was semi-transparent and the only skin that these panties really hid at all was between the vagina, butt crack, and the skin between them.

Your sister was thinking about buying that apparently and as you scrolled around the screen looking for details you noticed something else. "24" items already in the cart. You looked at your mom who was giving you that angry and impatient, "hurry up and answer the question," look that all moms are able to nail so easily. And you also know that if she doesn't get the right answer she's going to get significantly worse. So your mom was impatient for you to judge the sexiness of the slutty underwear your sister was planning to buy? This was going to take some getting used to.

"Yeah Mil, that's actually great underwear if you want to take a teasing, naughty slut kind of approach." You hand the tablet back and before your mom can chastise you further you continue. "Now, I don't want to give you too much advice as a judge since it could bias any future scores if we try again, so this isn't sex judge Nick talking. This is just Nicholas Ericson, your horny, pervy big brother talking. Occasionally when we were younger you've dressed up for special events and you can be damn pretty when you really try. I would add that when you go all out, do up your hair real nice, put on makeup, and all of that you always looked your best in brighter colors. Green, blue, red, stuff like that. Even when you're just wearing normal clothes around the house, those colors always looked best on you. I'd stay away from pink and yellow if I were you though."

Your sister looked a bit confused at that, "But I thought that a lot of guys liked those colors. I thought having at least some pink would be good..."

Continuing to eat your cereal you nodded, "Sometimes. Pink is the trademark color of the bimbos and bright yellow is the color of happiness. If you wanted to do a stupid bimbo thing or a silly little girl thing or a cutie-pie thing, then I'd say go for it. But you're actually intelligent, insightful, and have a look to your eyes that lets everyone know that you read lots of books and understand pretty much all of them. There are few things that can ruin a porn video quicker than bad acting so I say use what you have to your advantage and don't pretend to be something you're not. For you I'd recommend a style that's a little bit more slow, sultry, and sensual. With lots of dirty talk. A girl with intelligent, thoughtful eyes talking dirty while slowly stroking a hard dick can be soooooo hot. Add in a pair of big, heavy boobs and things start to get amazing..."

To be honest that last part wasn't really you giving advice, it was more you just fantasizing. Millie looked up at you seriously at that moment though, "Do you think bigger boobs would make my hand jobs better? Mom, can I get a boob job?" She said the last part with a hopeful, almost begging look to your mother.

You started sputtering, caught off guard by her question. Some idle fantasizing and she was ready to have her body surgically altered? So far this had all been insane in a good way, but this went too far. You had to stop it before your mom answered.

"No! No, that's not what I meant. But the stereotypical hand job posture is a girl on her knees or bent over while the dude sits on a chair or something. Which means the only things really visible will be her boobs and head. So it pays to accentuate them and draw his eyes to them. A lacy push-up bra, a corset that puts them on a shelf, maybe a pair of sexy nipple pasties if you're going topless."

"Oh! But wouldn't all that be more effective with bigger breasts?" Millie questioned.

You shook your head firmly. "Big tits are an obvious eye-catcher, but real achievement lies in working with what nature gave you, not in going to a doctor or **** dealer for a shortcut. And I don't think you need that kind of help anyway. You didn't score well on your first try, but if you're putting this much effort into improving already your scores will be through the roof someday soon."

"Aww, thank you Nick!" your sister lunged at you for a hug. Hugging her back, you became flustered feeling the breasts you'd just been talking about press against you (through several layers of clothing) despite your growing confidence in this weird situation.

However, your parents seemed relieved too. Your dad in particular. "Good. I'd rather not empty anyone's college fund on the faint hope of winning a sex championship."

"Faint chance? Don't be so negative," his wife chided.

Millie giggled. "It's ok mom, I wouldn't want to put all my eggs in one basket either. Competing is fun but I'm not going pro yet. Anyway, about those bras..."

She grabs the tablet again to show you her selection of bras. She has good taste, you'd love to see her in any of the items in her shopping cart. Smiling, you help her narrow it down to the sexiest options. Satisfied that you're being nice to your sister, your parents leave you to it as you give her more suggestions to improve her appearance and performance.

But you can't sit here talking to your sister about underwear and handjobs all day. You're still horny, and eager to explore the possibilities. You could ask Millie if she's ready for round two. You could go see if your mom wants to join the competition. Or maybe you'll go out to try your luck with someone you aren't related to?